jersey

So the other day I decided I needed to do some shopping. This was brought on by two emails I had received: Nordstroms and Bath & Body Works. Figuring I could get some of my Christmas shopping out of the way, I searched for the nearest Nordstrom. My options came down to the King of Prussia mall outside of Philadelphia and the Cherry Hill mall also right outside of Philadelphia. I decided on Cherry Hill though in retrospect, this might not have been a very wise decision.

Why?

Because I hate driving in Jersey.

I think it could be comparable to driving in a different country. In order to turn left or to make a u-turn you have to turn right. Thank goodness I had to make one u-turn (I blame that on over-analyzing Google Map directions). Also, the drivers from Jersey just suck. In the parking lot of the mall, I have never been so scared for my life, inside and out of the car. People don't look, they just go. I was quite surprised not to see an accident though I wondered if that was the Jersey drivers having a sixth sense about each other.

On the way out of the mall, I had someone creep behind me to get my space. They were disappointed to see that I had parked as far away from the mall as possible. If that's just regular Saturday afternoon traffic, I would hate to see how it is during holiday shopping. (Un)fortunately the drive back was rather unevenful.

I'm supposed to be checking out the King of Prussia mall as well within the week or so. I'm sure I'll have an update as to how that trip goes as well. Maybe some compare and contrast with all of those English classes/papers coming in use?

And the record begins with a song of REBELLION

Why does everyone want to live vicariously through me?

Actually, scratch that. I know exactly why. If I was a lesser person I would blame my parents. But at 24, I feel that I have to own up to my own many mistakes.

I'd like to say that people want to live vicariously through me because I'm fun but we all know that's not true. It's mostly because I don't care. For example, my roommate tend to go out fairly often together. At bars we tend to wingman for each other. Most people would think that this is awesome but we accidently wingman for each other. I tend to make small talk with people and she sees this as I'm interested in the guy. Then I see her talking to someone and feel obligated to wingman for her, making it a vicious cycle. However, after several weekends of this, I believe that she has finally realized that I'm just not interested.

It's things like that. I'm usually up for whatever and tend to go to the extreme, ultimately creating ridiculous true life stories.